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Astarion stirred with his face pressed into his pillow, his hips grinding gently into the bed. His mind was foggy, grasping still at the dream he’d been rather enjoying - Sekh splayed out below him, decked out in nothing but jewels , looking like a god as Astarion took him with sheer abandon, fresh bite marks on that lovely neck of his.
He made a little sleep-addled sound, realizing it was, in fact, a dream - which meant he had managed to sleep without the assistance of any potions. He pushed himself up on his hands, blinking away sleep- would have celebrated that fact as it was taking practice -
Except that he was so hard he couldn’t think much beyond that fact.
He was alone, and as he flopped back down, stretched a hand out to Sekh’s side of the bed, could tell the drow had been up for a bit- most of his body heat gone .
He let his hips roll against the sheets again, biting at his lip. Desperately he snaked a hand between him and the bed, awkwardly fumbling for his cock. At least he’d slept naked - a layer of clothing might have been enough to make him scream.
He got himself in hand, let his hips continue to roll and rut, leaning over to Sekh’s side of the bed and pressing his face into his pillow. It smelled like him, like his skin, his hair- incense, earthy undertones, a bit of ash. He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping as he felt his spine tingling . He’d been so close in his dream- gods, he might have come if he hadn’t woken up for another minute or two.
The bed creaked slightly, as he dug a knee in, beginning to lift his hips a bit, so he could access his hand better. There was another creak- but this time outside, in the hallway. Astarion forced his hips to still, heard footfalls coming along the hallway- a stride he knew very well.
He heard the door hinges give as the knob turned, and then the subtle exhale of his lover’s breath. He forced himself to let go of his cock completely, pushed himself up and glanced over his shoulder.
Sekh was standing in the doorway, one hand running along the doorframe, pretty mismatched eyes locked on Astarion. “I wasn’t sure if you were up,” the drow managed- and then, realizing perhaps his phrasing might have been comical, cracked a smile. “Guess you are .”
He stepped into the room, pulling the door shut, and Astarion took him in, in the pulsing low lights of the flora that littered their room. Hair free, dressed casually enough for the heat that his shirt was unlaced, leaving it open to his navel - gods, why had he even bothered with it?
Astarion rested his hip on the bed, as Sekh sat on it, reaching over to run his fingers along his jaw, then down his neck, along what would be his pulse point-
Then that hand, splaying on his chest.
“Did you dream?”
Astarion managed a nod, and Sekh pushed him gently. Astarion rolled onto his back, and Sekh climbed further onto the bed, hand sliding down his chest, past his navel, over his pelvis, before gently grasping his cock. Astarion’s hips bucked at the contact, and Sekh tutted.
“I assume something good, by the state you’re in?” He stroked slowly, and Astarion tipped his head back, a part of him- the majority, honestly - wanting to drag Sekh down to the bed, to rip those clothes off him, get his hands on all that skin and sink into his body, as he had in his dreams.
Astarion moaned as Sekh’s hand twisted, fist bumping his glans. Fuck , why did his hand always feel so much better than Astarion’s own?
Sekh leaned over him, hair tickling Astarion’s bare chest- and the vampire could hear the blood running in his veins, could smell him properly now. He swore he saw red, in the most hedonistic, delicious way. Sekh leaned in so close, his lips right there - but when Astarion tried to kiss him, he pulled back, just a tick.
Teasing him .
“What was it about?” His hand slowed, and Astarion wanted to scream . He was teetering so close already, the orgasm that had begun to claw at his belly receding with Sekh’s rhythm.
“ Fuck , I was-”
“Oh, I know .” Sekh paused his hand, let his thumb roll over Astarion’s cockhead, smearing precum over flushed skin. “I always know, sweetheart. Now...” One full, slow stroke, the kind that made Astarion choke. “What did you dream about?”
Astarion licked his lips, let his eyes slide back shut. “ You .”
A single, low chuckle. “Good start Astarion.” Another pause, another roll of his thumb, before it was pressing to the bundle of nerves, just under his cockhead. “What about me?”
Astarion let himself fall back into the fantasy. Where had they been? He didn’t think it was a place he knew, just a lavish rug- the sort that let them sink into it. Sekh bathed in glittering light- he thought it was sunlight, which hurt for a moment, but the sadness was quickly buried.
“You were- on your back,” Astarion took a breath, as Sekh’s hand picked up a steady rhythm again. “Laid out in the light.”
If his eyes were open, he could have seen the flash of concern, of sorrow in Sekh’s eyes. He knew how much Astarion missed the freedom of daylight.
“You were- oh fuck .” The words broke as Astarion’s hips bucked- but Sekh squeezed the base of his cock, pushing away the orgasm that was suddenly threatening again. “You were bejeweled like royalty .”
Sekh hummed. “ Oh , was I now? Was I wearing anything else?” A single shake of Astarion’s head, and the elf could hear the sheer enjoyment in his partner’s voice. “And what were you doing?”
Astarion bit his lip, fangs poking at the plush skin, before he managed- “I was- inside you . Gods, your legs at my waist- clinging to me. Head tipped back- pretty neck all- all-” Astarion groaned, grasped one hand at the bed, the other at Sekh’s waist, “- all exposed .”
“Did I bleed for you?”
Astarion managed a nod. The memory of Sekh’s blood- the taste, the sheer decadence of it- was forever ingrained in him. He’d know it if given a thousand chalices from a thousand different men. His belly cramped at the thought- and then tightened as his orgasm drew closer again. “Sekh, please , love- my sweet-”
“Okay, shh , I’ve got you.” Sekh leaned back over him, and this time gave Astarion the kiss the vampire had so desperately desired. The hand that had been clutching at the sheet’s moved to Sekh’s hair, dug into his tresses as Astarion rutted into his hand. Sekh didn’t tease now, and Astarion could feel the blackness behind his eyelids growing warm, fuzzy- speckling white-
When he came, it was with a pleased whine, around Sekh’s tongue. His hips bucked, and gods, Sekh stroked him with ease through it, even as cum slid along his knuckles, between his fingers, dotted Astarion’s own belly.
Astarion began to relax, body buzzing with that sweet post-orgasm afterglow. As he sank into the bed, Sekh finally pulled from his mouth, sitting up and attempting to flip his hair over his shoulder.
It didn’t work- and when he reached up to move it, barely caught himself from sinking his rather messy hand into it. Astarion laughed, a high pitched sudden break in the otherwise quiet of the room- and Sekh leveled a glare at him. There was no force in the stare- if anything, the drow’s eyes were dancing in bemusement as well.
“Not a word,” Sekh said, his other hand moving his hair, tucking some of it behind his ear. “You made the mess anyway. But…” holding Astarion’s stare, Sekh lifted his hand, turned it in the low light of the room. “I guess I could clean it up.”
He dragged his tongue along his knuckles, and Astarion groaned, tipped his head back- not enough that he could lose sight of his drow, but enough that he arched his back slightly.
“Hells below,” he mumbled, and Sekh laughed softly, tongue darting between his fingers. Once he’d lapped up the pearly mess, he reached for Astarion, pulling him up to sit on the bed, reaching up to play with- and try to tame- all those wild, soft curls.
His hair was getting a bit long. Astarion wasn’t exactly sure he minded.
“So should I go raid a patriar’s bed chamber for their jewels?” Sekh asked, and Astarion sucked at his tongue.
“I think that would be quite fun,” the vampire offered, and the drow shook his head- Astarion knew Sekh had been joking, but he was always up for a bit of mischief. “It was just nice to see you so… decadent.”
Sekh paused toying with his hair then, hands slowly going to his lap. Well over a year settled in the city, and Astarion still wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Sekh in anything finer than his Society Robes . The man simply didn’t dress for flash , for show. Nor did he frequent any parties that would require it.
Astarion really did need to figure out how to get them invited to some silly little party- a night with high society getting so far into their cups that they frolicked naked in their fountains- oh, it would be so fun .
“Think you can pull yourself together enough to put some clothes on and say goodbye to Yenna?” Sekh asked, pulling Astarion back from his thoughts. “Lia promised to teach her how to get around Sorcerous Sundries completely unseen , but she didn’t want to leave until you were awake.”
Astarion smiled then, chest going warm, fuzzy . Of course he could pull himself together for her.
He got up, dressed quickly, heading for the bedroom door- but noticed Sekh hadn’t moved. “Are you coming?” he asked, and Sekh waved him off.
“In a minute- she was only waiting for you - she’s been with me all morning. I think she’s quite sick of me now.”
Astarion chuckled over that- Yenna, sick of Sekh? Never . The girl nearly worshiped the ground he walked on. Still, he left him, heading downstairs quickly, finding Yenna pulling her hair back into the most gods- awful thing he had ever seen .
Astarion batted her hands away, freeing her messy hair and tying it into a knot himself, at the base of her neck- closer to how Sekh often wore his. Her shaggy locks left a lot of little strands free, but it seemed to be far more convenient for her.
He was waiting for the day she just asked him to hack it all off- or did it herself. He wouldn’t be shocked to come downstairs one mid-morning and find her hair littered all over the living room or kitchen.
He was almost excited about the prospect of fixing it.
Yenna gave him a tight hug- one of his favorite things, whenever she left to go get into whatever trouble kids caused in the city- and then she was dashing out, off to enjoy a childhood she almost never had.
Smiling to himself, Astarion moved to the kitchen, which was filled with the nutty scent of coffee . He still hated how bitter the damn thing was, yet it smelled heavenly . It appeared Sekh had been in the middle of brewing some, when he’d come upstairs.
Astarion fiddled with the contraption, assuming the day would proceed as any other day in his life now- Sekh would appear, take his caffeine, give him another kiss- or several - and then he’d disappear down into his little workshop to play mad alchemist. Astarion would curl up with one of the tomes Rolan had found for him regarding vampirism , or even something more fun to read-
Or he’d practice flying around the house as a bat. He was getting much better at it, honestly. He managed to keep his clothes the last time-
He heard Sekh descending the stairs as he poured hot water over the little stand, holding his coffee grounds, watched it trickle into the cup below. “I’m flattered you left your caffeine over me,” Astarion teased, not turning around as he heard the drow walk into the kitchen. “Or was it just an excuse so that I’d make it?”
He turned, smiling playful- ready to launch into teasing his partner in the hopes that Sekh might kiss him simply to shut him up - but any further words died on his lips.
His drow stood in the doorway, having shed the clothes he’d been wearing when he so delightfully roused Astarion- and instead stood in-
Gods, did Astarion consider it a shirt , a dress? What ? It was nothing but thin, sheer black fabric, clinging to his chest, barely covering his shoulders, a neckline so low and wide Astarion could see the edges of the scars on his chest-
Granted, he could see them clearly anyway , he swore he could even make out the freckles on his lover’s skin through it.
The garment tapered in high on his waist, covered his navel and pelvis in just a thin line of fabric- left the curves of his hips entirely exposed- and gods , if he turned around Astarion imagined he’d see damn near his entire ass.
And as distracting as that was, what was causing him to feel nearly faint was that the sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination, between Sekh’s legs.
“Cat got your tongue?” Sekh asked, sounding so bemused as Astarion stuttered for words. He ended up with none , swore his brain was short circuiting completely. As he simply stared , Sekh’s cheeks began to color gently, and the drow cleared his throat. He walked over to Astarion, ran his hands up along his chest- and despite his shirt acting as a barrier to the base touch, Astarion felt goosebumps rising on his skin. “I thought we might do something fun today.”
Astarion swallowed thickly. “What did you… have in mind,” the words were nearly cracking from his throat- and despite the flush to Sekh’s cheeks, his eyes danced like a true devil.
“Well- I thought I’d parade around in this all day, and you could just… do whatever you like. To me.” He leaned in closer, breathed into Astarion’s ear, “ All day .”
Astarion’s hands went to Sekh’s waist, clutched at bare skin. His voice was a rumble, from his chest, when he offered, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep darling .”
He was burning, and if Sekh gave him the single go ahead to break, he wasn’t sure he’d ever stop .
Sekh kissed his cheek, one of the hands on his chest between them trailing down over his belly, to his groin- cupping him gently through his pants. Astarion wasn’t sure when he’d gotten hard again- but he assumed it was the instant his mind had been able to comprehend that Sekh was barely dressed and just standing there , a feast for his eyes.
“All yours,” Sekh whispered, “however you want me, all day .”
Astarion growled then, flipped them so that Sekh was pinned to the counter, the edge digging into his lower back. He slipped one hand between Sekh’s legs, dragged his fingers along his cunt- and oh gods , just as Astarion thought, he was wet. He probably had been, just touching him earlier.
Making Astarion feel good always aroused Sekh- which only drove Astarion wilder - and also filled him with this strange, safe warmth that could devour him.
Sekh tipped his head back slightly, rolling his hips, as Astarion’s other hand worked desperately at his own pants. Fuck , his usually deft fingers were struggling, the sudden need seeming to over power his senses.
Seeming to sense his struggle , Sekh reached out, helped free his cock for him- but before the drow would even take him in hand, tease him, Astarion was hoisting him up, one of Sekh’s legs curling along his hips as he sheathed himself inside him in a single rough thrust.
Astarion grunted, felt like a fire overtook him. Fuck , Sekh was so warm, his body so wet, so soft , so- so everything Astarion had ever wanted. The drow squirmed in his hold, breaths coming faster, eyes a little wide- and Astarion went for his mouth, feeling as if he’d perish, if he wasn’t kissed in that very moment.
Sekh’s mouth was just as perfect as his cunt- his lips soft, yielding, his mouth eager as Astarion pushed his tongue in. He rocked his hips in little shallow thrusts, held onto Sekh’s waist so hard his nails dug into- but didn’t break- his skin.
Astarion growled into the kiss, bit at Sekh’s lip- punctured it slightly with one of his fangs. With just a single taste- a drop - of his blood, he felt something snap in him. He thrust quicker, his entire body buzzing, needy and yet euphoric already.
One hand moved from Sekh’s waist to his ass, cupped the supple flesh, fingers digging in as he jerked him hard to his body with each thrust. The drow choked on his breath, mouth still utterly assaulted by Astarion’s, as the vampire refused to stop kissing him. He needed it, wanted the closeness, the intimacy, as his body was going impossibly tight already.
His orgasm slammed into him with the force of a hurricane, suddenly tearing into his body, forcing Astarion to break the kiss just to tip his head back and shout . His thrusts turned into little jerks of his hips, as he came deep inside his drow, felt Sekh squirming, sighing over the feeling.
He was trembling, when the orgasm began to subside. He managed to pull out, and was thankful that Sekh seemed steady on his feet, as he leaned into him, pressed his forehead down against the drow’s shoulder, panting . Sekh got his arms around him, fingers dancing along his back, seeming to ignite little sparks every time they touched a scar, through the fabric of his shirt.
Astarion swore the room was spinning- but he moved a hand, between their bodies, intent on burying his fingers in Sekh, bringing him bliss as well. But Sekh pushed him back a step, hands moving from his back and catching Astarion’s wandering hand. He pulled it up to his mouth, kissed his palm.
“That was about you,” he said, holding Astarion’s stare. Astarion opened his mouth to speak, but pinched his lips together with a single shake of Sekh’s head. “I’m yours, all day , however you want me. Whenever you want me . I’m sure I’ll come plenty before the day is out. Besides,” his eyelids lowered, his stare dark, delicious, as he added, “you know I rather like sitting around in my frustration. It makes the end so much sweeter.”
*
Astarion couldn’t quite fathom how he had gone from fucking his lover in their kitchen , to being curled up with a book in his lap, shortly after. But Sekh had kissed him sweetly, then simply acted as if this was any typical day - he’d taken his coffee, he’d disappeared down into his workshop-
And Astarion was still unsure this day was even real . He shifted, glanced down at the book that was open in his lap- he hadn’t flipped a page in ten minutes. Every time he tried to focus, he just thought of the fact that Sekh was below, so bloody close , and just… waiting for him.
He closed the book, set it aside and tipped his head back. Eyes closed, he rubbed his hand along his groin, his cock, despite two orgasms within just as many hours, responding to his touch, to his desire that seemed unquellable.
He pushed his hips up, his mind a dichotomy of racing , wondering thoughts as to what had urged his lover to do this, where had he gotten that skimpy little garment - and the slow, almost blank thoughts of nothing but need, need, need .
Growling low in his throat, Astarion pushed himself from the chair, abandoning any hope of pacing himself. He opened the hatch to the basement, climbing down, spotting Sekh sitting at his desk, working away as if the day had been completely normal so far.
Still wearing whatever that ridiculously small bit of clothing was- and nothing else .
Astarion watched him for just a moment, the movement of his hand as he scribbled down notes. When his hand stilled, the scratching of his pen ceasing, the room was eerily silent .
“I know you’re back there,” Sekh said, pushing his notes aside. It was all the invitation Astarion could wait for. He crossed the room quickly, wrapping an arm around Sekh and hoisting him up from his stool, which clattered to the floor. Sekh exhaled quickly, as Astarion pushed him over the desk, leaned back to admire the fact that yes , the fabric barely covered his ass.
He pushed the fabric of Sekh’s shirt- it had to be a shirt, it was too small to be anything else- up, so it was flipped over his waist, his hand opening his own pants with much more ease than he’d had, earlier.
Sekh squirmed, lifted up on his toes- bared his ass and that pretty cunt, and Astarion saw red in the most feral, aroused way. Managing to get his cock in hand, he rubbed the head along Sekh’s lips once , as a warning, before he pushed into him, tossing his head back and smiling , baring his fangs as he did so.
Sekh was so wet , gods, he’d been sitting in his arousal this whole time, hadn’t he? Astarion shuddered, hands going to Sekh’s hips, jerking him back in a rough thrust. The drow, buried his head in his folded arms, trembling, little moans escaping him as Astarion fucked him with sheer abandon- trusting that if anything he did was too much, his lover would speak up.
His body clenched at Astarion’s cock, desperate, needy , as Astarion panted with each thrust. “You’re so- hnn, fuck - needy.” He gave an exceptionally hard thrust, justling Sekh’s whole body, and the drow moaned his name. Gods, it was the sweetest sound. Astarion grasped at his ass, pulled at the flesh, watched the way his cock disappeared into Sekh’s body. “Such a good boy.”
Sekh pushed back at that, met Astarion’s thrust with his own, and the vampire saw stars, bursting in his vision.
“Tell me it feels good,” Astarion managed, his chest aching with each breath. Sekh lifted his head, glanced back over his shoulder- eyes blown, all pupil, lips parted, face flushed. He looked properly fucked out of his mind.
“It feels good ,” he managed, biting at his lip. Astarion shuddered, dug his fingers into the plush of Sekh’s ass, almost wishing he’d thought ahead, could have been prepared to take his ass after his cunt.
“ How good ?”
Sekh swallowed, choked, as Astarion hit that perfect spot inside him. He felt the drow’s cunt clench up around him, wondered how quickly he’d come if Astarion could just get a finger on his clit, give him two seconds of attention.
“So- fucking gods , Astarion!” Sekh dropped his head again, panting so heavily he could have damn near hyperventilated, mumbling it’s good over and over again.
Astarion kept his eyes locked on the way his cock disappeared into Sekh’s body, even as he felt his spine tingling, his muscles going tight. He wished he could see the way his seed would paint Sekh’s insides. The sheer thought made him feel like an animal.
His thrusts grew desperate, rhythm faltering. Each slam of his cock into Skeh’s body had his lover mewling, pushing back- and in a sudden, mind altering moment, Astarion was tossing his head back, mouth open in a primal groan as he came, once again, deep inside his drow.
Sekh trembled around him, body clenching him tightly- and Astarion could feel that he was right there , even as his own orgasm clouded his mind. So close to release that Sekh must have felt feral.
His cock was still twitching when he pulled from Sekh’s body, flipped him over and lifted him up onto his desk. He pushed his thighs wide apart- paused only a moment to enjoy the sight of his cum, leaking from his slightly swollen cunt, before he pushed himself back inside. Sekh gasped, squirmed around, but Astarion stilled inside him, leaning in and kissing at his neck, dragging his fangs along the skin.
Asking permission , even if Sekh said he was his to use, however he wanted.
Sekh tipped his head to the side, bared his throat, and Astarion sank his fangs in without another thought. He felt Sekh’s cunt flutter in excitement over the bite, his pulse quick enough that it was only an instant before his mouth was filled with his sweet blood. Astarion groaned, willing himself to stay hard, knowing the rush of fresh blood could very well keep him like that.
He snaked a hand between them, found Sekh’s clit and pressed his skilled fingers to it. The bud was so hard , and with a single touch Sekh was trembling, hips bucking towards Astarion’s fingers, cunt clenching tighter at his cock.
“ Starshine ,” he managed, breathing ragged, “you… you don’t… have to…”
Astarion forced himself from the wound on Sekh’s neck, breaths hot against his broken skin. “Want to,” he managed, even if he felt he could barely form words . “Want to feel you fall apart.”
He pressed his tongue to the wound, drew out another taste of blood, as Sekh got his arms around his neck, held on desperately as Astarion rubbed along his clit quickly , feeling it might have been sheer torture to draw this out.
Sekh came in seconds - further proof that he had been wound so tight he was nearly bursting- Astarion’s name on his lips. The quickening of his pulse filled Astarion’s mouth with blood, and Astarion felt his own body reacting again- a second orgasm shaking through him, leaving him trembling as his cock twitched in Sekh’s eager, gripping cunt. He had nothing left to give, but that didn’t stop his body from trying .
Astarion kept his lips pressed to Sekh’s neck, as the drow came down from his high, trying to ease the bleeding now. When he pulled back, caught a glimpse of those hazy, bliss filled eyes, he swore his heart burst, within his chest.
Sekh kissed him then, mouth warm, pliant beneath Astarion’s- licked at the blood along his teeth, coating his tongue. His hands toyed with Astarion’s hair, brought him down from the lust filled craze he had felt, making him simply feel sated, content .
Loved.
When Astarion broke the kiss- simply to ensure Sekh would breathe - he rested his forehead against his lover’s. “You,” he managed, voice a bit hoarse, “are amazing.”
Sekh smiled, pulled away to place a kiss to Astarion’s forehead. It was tender- and a part of Astarion felt it should have been out of place, with just how madly they had fucked.
But his gut knew he was allowed to have both- a mind numbing arousal he could entertain , and a sweetness that made him feel like he mattered .
Astarion straightened up then, took a moment to tuck himself away, before he helped Sekh off the table. The drow leaned into him, legs trembling, and Astarion was more than happy to hold him up. Sekh gave him a quiet thank you , which Astarion felt was completely unnecessary - shouldn’t he be the one thanking Sekh?-
Before he glanced at the floor and chuckled. “My notes are everywhere ,” he said. Astarion glanced down, realized that at some point they had been shoved off the desk and were scattered everywhere.
A glance at the desk showed Astarion they’d even knocked a few things over- thankfully, nothing spillable . He chuckled himself, feeling ridiculous, young . “At least we didn’t damage anything… dangerous .”
Sekh pulled back, steadier now, and turned to glance at the table, taking in the state of things. “True. I have been working on a nice little mix involving greater spider venom that would have been… less than ideal.”
Astarion groaned. Of course Sekh had left something dangerous out while he was working, knowing that Astarion would, in no world, be able to keep his hands off him now that he’d set this little game in motion. Of bloody course .
It made the vampire smile. What a ridiculous little life.
*
After helping Sekh gather up his notes and everything else they’d knocked off his table, Astarion left him to his work- after perhaps a bit more cuddling than was needed while the drow had tried to reorder his notes- and took himself back upstairs.
He was buzzing in the afterglow, his body satiated from the sex, yes - and also the taste of Sekh’s blood.
And simply having the drow squirm about in his arms, laughing at him as Astarion had briefly considered just staying down below with him. A good cuddle was something the vampire never wanted to pass up.
He set back to reading, was able to finish the section he had been far too distracted to even take in before. Book in hand once he was done, he headed upstairs, settled into he and Sekh’s bedroom at the small writing desk they had, pushed up against a wall, beneath a heavily curtained once-window.
They were all boarded up, for safety. Astarion still liked to sit here and just think about having the window open, the mid afternoon sun on his skin.
Astarion flipped the book open, rummaged around in one of the drawers for a letter he was penning to Dalyria. Of his siblings , she was the only one he had reconnected with- but he rather liked it that way. Besides, her thirst for knowledge on their condition only benefited him.
He was detailing any interesting information he found, in the tome. He thought he might send this letter off, once he finished notating this section. If he waited until he finished the damn thing, he risked her discovering the knowledge on her own. And he did want to appear put together, for her.
He lost track of time, as he wrote, flipping back and forth through the book, copying entire sections where necessary. He was so engrossed that he didn’t pick up on Sekh’s footsteps, on the stairs- didn’t hear him until he was walking into the room.
He didn’t look up, was pleased when he felt the drow drape his arms over his shoulders, kiss his curls affectionately. “Look at you, being the little scholar. Gale would be proud .” Astarion chuckled, set his pen down to tip his head back, pucker his lips slightly in a silent ask for a kiss.
Smiling, Sekh pecked his lips, before pulling back, moving to stand next to him, glancing at the letter. He had already tried not to read it when Astarion had started it days ago, and the vampire had waved him off and asked him to make sure he wasn’t talking in circles.
“Should I be offended or impressed that your research was more alluring than me?” Sekh glanced at him, from the corner of his eye.
“Pet, please - nothing is more alluring than you.”
A little smile, on those pretty lips. “I half expected you to be back in my workshop within the hour. It’s been several now.”
Astarion hadn’t even realized he’d been occupied that long. He reached for Sekh, pulled him onto his lap, nuzzling into his neck, catching the scent of his blood from his now-healing bite. The man squirmed a little, and Astarion squeezed his arms around him tighter. “Should I make up for lost time?”
Sekh placed his hands on Astarion’s arms, around his waist, holding on gently. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. I already told you that’s what happens today.”
Astarion hummed, pressing a single kiss to the marks he’d left in Sekh’s neck. Far be it for him to turn down his lover- and even though he could, he truly didn’t want to.
He wasn’t sure if this little honeymoon phase would ever end. If he’d ever look at Sekh and not want to be wrapped up in his arms, and yet also have him pinned beneath him, writhing and wriggling and panting.
He smiled to himself- deciding he could have both- wanted both , in that moment. Or perhaps, in a few moments.
“I think,” he drawled, “I want your mouth.”
Sekh’s pulse picked up- he could hear it. The drow pulled free of his hold, stood and turned, looked ready to drop to his knees right there . Astarion reached out, splayed a hand on his belly, stopping him.
“Not here,” he said, “on the bed. And-” he flexed his fingers against the thin, sheer fabric still clinging to Sekh, “do lose the…shirt? Dress? Darling what even is this ?”
Sekh laughed then, before he very carefully pulled the garment up over his head, left it on the desk. “It’s a shirt - you can’t wear this without pants Astarion, that’d be… well, indecent.”
Astarion disagreed, but he kept that to himself. Sekh walked over to the bed, crawling on, as Astarion began removing his own clothes, wanting full skin-on-skin with his love. It was his favorite, after all.
Astarion got on the bed himself, stretching out and motioning Sekh to him with a curl of his fingers. “Over me,” he said, “I want to taste you too.”
Those red and black eyes lit up, and Sekh moved, crawling over Astarion’s body. The vampire grasped at his hips, dragged them down to him as Sekh placed a kiss to his lower belly.
Astarion dragged his tongue along Sekh’s lips, still hot to the touch, flushed. The drow shivered, and Astarion did it again, as he felt Sekh slipping his cock into his mouth, tongue rolling along him, teasing to get him hard.
He kept his licks slow, just teasing, until Sekh was bobbing his head slowly, seeming lost in what he was doing. Only then did he push his tongue past, spear it into his entrance. It was so sudden that Sekh pulled off his cock, gasped a breath, as Astarion pressed closer, groaning. Gods he tasted like heaven, and he could smell himself still inside the man. All those feral feelings from earlier came back at that, the word mine screaming inside his mind.
His hands moved to Sekh’s ass, kneaded the flesh as the wet sounds of his tongue fucking the drow’s cunt drowned out everything except Sekh’s panted breaths. Astarion could feel wetness on his chin- saliva and Sekh’s own bliss, and he groaned over it, doubling his efforts.
He felt Sekh’s breaths on his cock, then, followed by the sweet heat of his mouth. His hips bucked up, unable to stop himself as he tried to fuck along his tongue, back to his throat. For a single moment he pulled from Sekh’s cunt, let him feel his breaths against his sensitive skin, before he moved his tongue to his clit, flicking at it quickly.
The shudder that ran through the man was magical. Sekh pulled from his cock again, rested his forehead against Astarion’s hip, squirming in his hold.
“Astarion- wait ,” he managed, breathy, divine . “I’ll come.”
It was near impossible, but Astarion pulled back, thumbs rubbing along Sekh’s lips, opening him for him, giving him a view that made him dizzy. “I know,” he said, voice hoarse. “It’s what I want . Right on my tongue, love.”
He moved back, tongue rolling over Sekh’s clit- the drow shaking within his touch now. He pulled him closer to his mouth, mind torn between drowning in his taste or suffocating within the little breaths and sounds he was making.
When Sekh came, it was with a honeyed whine, mouth pressed to Astarion’s skin, one hand clutching at his thigh. He trembled in his grasp, fell apart just like Astarion asked. The vampire was tempted to slip his tongue back inside him, work him up for another round-
But he wanted something else .
He pulled back, head dropping to the bed, hands rubbing along Sekh’s thighs, up his ass. “Lay with me,” he managed, and Sekh carefully moved off of him, stretched out next to him- hadn’t even settled when Astarion was rolling over him, seeking out his mouth.
Astarion kissed slow, lazy , as he pushed Skeh’s legs apart with one of his own. The drow moved with ease for him, arched his hips up as if asking for more. Astarion pulled back, just enough to feel his breath on his lips, a hand reaching between them, guiding himself slowly into Sekh. The drow’s eyelids fluttered, his hips trying to match Astarion’s initial thrust, but Astarion pinned him down, pressed his face into his neck.
“Slow,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Sekh’s pulse. “I want you slowly .”
Sekh swallowed, hands finding Astarion’s sides, skimming along smooth skin, before moving to his back, rubbing along his scars. Astarion shivered, fangs pressed to Sekh’s skin but didn’t bite again. His body screamed at him to simply fuck the man into the bed , but he wanted to drag this out.
As pleasing as it was to know he could just take Sekh again, when they were done- he wanted something more. Wanted the affection that could come with pulling his drow apart slowly, with losing himself in him.
He kissed Sekh’s jaw, whispered my darling as he felt the other man arch against him, causing little sparks along Astarion’s spine. Sekh tried to turn his head, forcing Astarion to lift his, catching his drow’s stare.
The moment he did, Sekh’s eyes softened, this little smile creeping along his face. He hooked a leg back around Astarion’s thighs, pulled him in deeper but then held him there, hands leaving his back, cupping his face, thumbs rubbing along his cheeks.
And he held Astarion’s stare, as Astarion could only offer small thrusts, still locked close to him. It made something unravel, inside the vampire.
A year of discovering what a life could be, after the Netherbrain, after Cazador- and how many more months with this man, prior to - and it still made Astarion feel weak when he just looked at him, like this.
No one had ever tried to search his very soul while he bedded them. No one before Sekh.
Sekh’s smile grew, and he pulled Astarion’s face closer. Against his lips, he whispered the softest, “I love you,” before kissing him gently. Astarion shivered, whined into the kiss, opened his mouth for Sekh and pressed his tongue to the drow’s, his hips still moving so slowly .
“Again,” Astarion murmured, into the kiss, and Sekh flicked his tongue against the point of one fang.
“ I love you .” A kiss to Astarion’s jaw then, Sekh murmuring it again- whispering between each kiss towards Astarion’s ear, where he breathed, “You’re my everything, Starshine.”
Astarion sobbed a breath, bowed his head against Sekh, as the drow clutched at his back again. His hips were rolling up, and Astarion knew he was getting the friction he needed, was slowly edging towards an orgasm himself. It was always so much easier to make Sekh come once he’d had one.
Sekh’s mouth moved to Astarion’s neck, peppered kisses along the bite scar at his neck. The vampire’s hips stuttered, his mind going blank . To feel safe enough to have Sekh’s mouth on those scars, as his fingers mapped the infernal contract on his back-
It was a world he had never thought possible, for himself.
It was this rush of affection, of safety , that had his body suddenly stumbling into another orgasm. Astarion squeezed his eyes shut, bared his neck more as he sighed , body feeling as if he was floating, warm . Around him he could feel Sekh’s pleasure culminating, could hear the desperate cry muffled into his neck.
For a moment, two, ten , Astarion stayed with Sekh buried in his neck, still inside his body, this warm, fuzziness radiating throughout his nerves. When he did pull out, carefully moving off the drow, Sekh only pulled him back down, tucked Astarion into the crook of his neck and held him.
The vampire melted into it, nosing at his skin, an arm draping over his waist, legs tangling with one of Sekh’s. The drow squeezed an arm around him, and Astarion purred , got a fit of chuckling from his lover. Slowly, he lifted his head, and seeing Sekh smiling at him had his heart fluttering.
Like a lovesick child, he was. He knew that. He might have loathed it, once. But now?
Now, it felt like a dream.
“I take it we found your limit?” Sekh teased, and Astarion pushed himself up then, sat back against the pillows. And then, a bit more serious, “Was today too much?”
Astarion thought on it, for a moment- which was all it took for him to say, “No.” No, it hadn’t been too much at all- in fact, he was still quite sure he had never woken up that morning, that he’d dreamt this.
But the break to remind him that the sex was good because it was with Sekh- and that there was more than that between them? He’d always welcome that. Always .
Sekh sat up slowly as well, began pushing all his free hair back over his shoulders, behind his ears. Astarion just watched, feeling content, calm - before he asked, “So, you’re sure you weren’t meant to wear that little garment alone ?”
Sekh huffed, reaching out and playfully shoving at his shoulder. “I am quite sure . It was just an impulse- I don’t know. I saw it at Figaro’s when I was picking up your last shirt and just… liked it. Not sure when I’d ever wear it though.”
Astarion hummed. “I’m sure I could sneak us into a little high society party. You could doll yourself up and I could watch everyone fawn over you.” Sekh waved him off, but Astarion took his hand, pulled it to his mouth, kissed his knuckles. “I would have to kill them after, though.”
“So you want to crash a party, parade me around, and then engage in a little casual murder?”
“Well, when you put it that way- yes , my sweet. That sounds like a lovely evening.” Sekh tried to look annoyed- but Astarion saw right through it. His eyes were dancing in sheer amusement. Sekh climbed off the bed then, heading for his armoire. When he opened the doors, Astarion asked, “What are you doing love?”
“Putting proper clothes on,” he said, not looking back. Astarion hopped off the bed at that, walked over and got an arm around his waist, jerking him back a step.
“ Why ?” He pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder, over a cluster of freckles. “You said you were mine all day . The day isn’t done yet, pet. And I do think I quite like you as you are.”
Sekh squirmed in his arms at that, until he could turn around, press a hand to Astarion’s chest, and guide him back a step, two-
All the way across the room, until Astarion’s legs bumped the bed.
“I thought you might be all tired out,” Sekh mused- and as he pushed gently, Astarion sat down on the bed, looking up at this man, this intoxicating mix of love and desire and sheer ridiculousness -
“Never where you are concerned.” Astarion took his hand, pulled him down, and the two tumbled to the bed, Astarion seeking out his countless kiss of the day.
Maybe they wouldn’t progress further than this. Maybe Astarion would kiss until his lips were numb and be satisfied- or maybe he’d fuck his darling into the bed until the drow was screaming.
Or, maybe they’d end up intertwined and slow, loving again .
The sheer joy was that Astarion simply didn’t know- but any option was fine with him, so long as he was here , in this moment, with his love.